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Skriven 2015-11-21 12:26:36 av MICHAEL LOO (1:123/140)
Ärende: leaving Sea-Tac 506
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It was a full day of errands and medical interactions for Hap, so I 
suggested that hr just take me down to Freighthouse Square to pick up 
the bus, which takes only 15 more minutes than driving. Unfortunately, 
schedules dictated that I get dropped off before 1 ... which meant 
7 hours at the airport. At the bus stop was this older guy who was 
pretty befuddled - not from lack of mental capacity but because of 
lack of preparation. He had a 20 and two ones for a fare that was 
$3.50 exact change only; this might have been disastrous, but as he 
was clearly ancient, the rather kindly driver let him on for the senior
price (1.50 - took the two ones before I could point out that Hap had
given me four quarters). He took a seat across the aisle and a couple
rows behind. When we pulled in to Federal Way, in about 10 minutes, he 
asked if this was the airport. At which point I went back and told him 
to follow me when I got off. He was duly thankful.

At the terminus I took Robin through the train station and into the
airport, where he looked about anxiously asking Where's Southwest?
We found it in due time.

He had allowed tons of time and was in fact four hours early for
his flight, so I offered to let him into the club, subjecting myself
to vast chunks of his life history (not all boring). I was pleased
that after being told that cheap beer was free, he didn't abuse this
and only had two or three. Turns out he is a former engineer turned
property manager, now retired and taking up bridge, so we talked
about bridge for a while, at which some other guy came up, ears
perked up, and started talking bridge as well. I eased myself out
of the conversation and listened to them come to the realization
that they had played against each other a few weeks before (bridge
tournaments can be big things, so nonrecognition is not that big a
deal). The conversation came to a close, and the other guy went 
off to his flight. I had a couple glasses of Bourbon-surrogate,
and Robin worked on a play he was writing.

He headed off at his boarding time, but I had another couple hours
to kill and was tired of McCormick American whiskey. I put my mind
to my work and the time if not sped at least did not crawl.

UA1744 SEA IAD 2135 0532 739 3B

Our FA was a big bluff and bluster fellow, though pretty decent
for that. He fed and watered us expeditiously.

They hadn't loaded red wine, but there was prosecco instead. It
wasn't too bad, though it didn't taste like much (sort of lemony,
not too sweet). After takeoff a Courvoisier was nice.

I snoozed through most of the flight.

Shortly before landing, we were offered rather tasty carrot cake
muffins. I don't recall if the commotion or the aroma woke me,
but I got that muffin.

Another on-time arrival.

UA3986 IAD PVD 0821 0942 CR7 2A

So I went down to the D club and had a big bowl of oatmeal,
livened up with brown sugar and Coffee-Mate. It wasn't too bad.

Flight: somewhat bumpy, not particularly notable.
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